Sunday Conspiracy

don't feel too inspired in fact I'm rather tired I feel a nap coming on lay down . . . don't feel all that tired in fact I'm pretty wired got some chores I need to do get up . . . wish that I had hired a maid I am so mired hear a book call my name sit down . . . not much plot transpired the author should be fired salty chips would make my day get up . . . no chips below or higher disappointment dire think that I will meditate sit down . . . my lap becomes a bier three cats have come to lie here was in focus now so blurry curl up . . . the kitties had conspired and risked this person's ire knowing all the while they're safe to sleep we now aspire . . .

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